I…saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying,
Revelation 21:2–3Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people, and God Himself shall be with them, and be their God.
Words: James F. Belford, in The Voice of Praise, edited by Lincoln Hall, C. Austin Miles & Irvin H. Mack (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Hall-Mack, 1904), number 42.
Music: J. Lincoln Hall (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Belford (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), or a better one of Hall,
Rejoice, ye saints of God!
Before your weary eyes
The shining mansions of the blest
On Jordan’s bank arise.
Strike all your harps in joy!
Loud let your praises ring!
It is the new Jerusalem,
The city of the King!
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Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Lift high the joyful song!
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
For which we’ve struggled long!
As strangers we have wandered,
Far in a desert land;
Our exile now is over,
Behold our native strand!
Within those gates of pearl
Nor sin, nor death can come;
No night, nor sorrow shall o’ercloud
The soul’s eternal home.
Rest shall be yours from toil;
Sweet peace, instead of pain;
The discord of the earth shall cease,
The love of God shall reign.
Refrain
Speed on, O pilgrim host,
With feet that never tire;
Soon shall you reach that golden strand
The goal of your desire.
Hark! ’Tis an angel’s song,
Borne to you on the wind,
Come, faithful souls, and in your Lord
Eternal solace find.
Refrain
Rejoice, ye saints of God!
The weary warfare’s past,
And death and hell are trampled down
Beneath your feet at last.
Throughout unending years
Glad praises shall you sing,
Within the new Jerusalem,
The city of the King!
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